Those from whom Sbarro
Has sought to borrow
A cash pile taller than Kilimanjaro
Have learned that soon it’s
Closing units
And—oh my heaven—
But feel no sorrow
For ol’ Sbarro
They’ll just restructure and come back tomorrow.
And if you feel a pang
Of hunger, gang,
It ain’t no thang,
No, not at all.
For as I recall
They’re not the only food at the shopping mall.
